C9 Innate Expert

Mo Feimu's little trick naturally couldn't be hidden from Lu Feng's Spiritual Sense.

Although Lu Feng's soul was damaged, his soul was not something that could be underestimated when compared to the Houtian realm masters of this world.

Seeing how Mo Fan refused to give up and continued to pressure him, he had even used a ruthless hidden weapon.

Lu Feng was infuriated. The guilt he had originally held within his heart had completely vanished.

Lu Feng raised his right hand and caught the needle with his index and middle fingers. At the same time, he moved his left palm towards Mo Fan's palm.

Seeing that Lu Feng was still admitting defeat, Mo Fan quickly retreated with his fan folded. Just as he was about to change his move, he suddenly let out a miserable "Ah" sound.

It turned out that Lu Feng's right hand was holding onto that thin needle. Seeing the blue color on it, he felt resentment in his heart. With a flick of his wrist, he gave the needle back its original color.

Mo Fan did not expect that the needle he placed so much hope on would not be able to take away Lu Feng's life. On the contrary, he had eaten the evil fruit and was not prepared for it. The needle pierced into his shoulder.

After being hit by the needle, Mo Bufan quickly retreated. He did not forget to shout, "Lu Feng, you're so despicable! How dare you use a Tempered Poison Hidden Weapon!"

Seeing Mo Bufan's shamelessness, Lu Feng's heart burned with anger. He instantly appeared in front of Mo Bufan and struck him with his palm, "You should be clear on whose needle it is.

Die! "

Sensing Lu Feng's powerful true essence, Mo Feimu's entire body was suppressed. In addition to the poison on the Ox-Hair Needle, he no longer had the strength to fight back. He could only watch as Lu Feng's palm came slashing over.

"Junior, you dare!"

Just as Lu Feng's palm was about to hit Mo Fan's chest, a cold snort sounded out. At the same time, a sharp force shot towards the back of Lu Feng's head.

Lu Feng had no choice but to let Mo Fan go, and dodged to the side.

Having lost the threat of Lu Feng's palm attack, Mo Bufan sat down on the ground, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly.

Mo Wufan knew that Lu Feng had wanted to kill him. If it wasn't for the powerful cultivator behind him, he would have already lost his life.

Then, Mo Feimu remembered the poison wounds on his body. He took out a porcelain bottle and took out a black coloured pill and swallowed it. Then, he took out the needle from his shoulder.

Seeing Mo Bufan's actions, the surrounding people understood. Just now, Mo Bufan must have been secretly plotting something, but in the end, Lu Feng did what he did to him, while Mo Bufan took advantage of the opportunity and plotted against Lu Feng.

At this moment, Lu Feng had already returned to Lu Yueru's side. He looked at the battlefield with an indifferent expression.

At some point, there were two people in the field. One of them had a head full of white hair and a beard that gave him a sage-like appearance; the other, who was in his prime, was muscular and exuded a valiant aura.

Lu Feng took a quick glance and had a plan in his mind. The heroic looking man should be at the early Xiantian realm. That white-bearded old man was actually a late Xiantian realm master.

For two Xiantian experts to appear at the same time in such a remote place like Qingyun City, it was already an incredible feat.

One had to know that not all of the elders of the Lu family had reached the Innate Realm.

"Young people, you have to let them go and let them go!

You've already won, why are you still attacking? " The brawny man arrogantly said to Lu Feng with an air of being able to teach a junior a lesson.

"Master Luo, fourth uncle, this is the Lu family's trash, Lu Feng. You don't have to be polite with him. Just kill him. I will bear all the consequences."

Without waiting for Lu Feng's reply, Mo Feimu, who had just finished taking care of his injuries, came to the side of the two Xiantian masters and said with a resentful face.

At this time, Mo Bufan hated Lu Feng to the bone. First, his head was dyed green, then he defeated the proud son of heaven, Mo Bufan. How could Mo Bufan, who had always considered himself a genius, endure this?

Thus, when he saw the two elders that Mo Wuji had sent to protect him, Mo Bufan immediately ran up to them and started to give orders.

That heroic looking muscular man was Mo Wuji's younger brother, Mo Wuju. He was ranked fourth in the family, Mo Bufan's fourth uncle, and the other one, Master Luo. He was originally a rogue cultivator with a profound cultivation, but after receiving a great favor from Mo Wuju, he volunteered to join the City Lord's Mansion and become a minister.

Hearing Mo Bufan's words, Master Luo didn't have any reaction, but Mo Wuji was furious.

Towards Lu Feng, who had humiliated the City Lord's Mansion, Mo Wuwei naturally did not have a good impression of him. Seeing that he was Lu Feng's most beloved nephew today, Mo Wuwei was furious.

"Good, good, good!

So you are the little bastard of the Lu Family.

You trash, you actually dare to provoke my City Lord's Mansion again and again?

It seems that if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know the depth of the heavens and the earth.

Come, come, let's cut the crap. Let me see what a trash like you can rely on! "

As he said this, Mo Wuji pulled out his sword, raised it into the air, and faced the direction of Lu Feng with a face full of arrogance.

"Humph!"

What a city lord's mansion that was full of righteousness and morality!

Isn't it all because of my cultivation that I'm bullying the weak? "

Lu Feng naturally would not show weakness to the enemy, and mocked.

"Junior, don't try to talk too much. Watch my sword!"

Mo Wuji was disgraced by Lu Feng's words. Annoyed, he thrusted his sword at Lu Feng.

Looking at Mo Wuji's sword force, Lu Feng activated his Revolving Star Dou Technique, relying on his bare hands to fight Mo Wujie.

Mo Wuxie was an early Xiantian realm master, but he was naturally unlike the trash that the Third Steward was just entering the Xiantian realm. As his long sword danced in the air, the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard.

This was Lu Feng's first time fighting a true Xiantian master, so he had to be extra careful and fight against Mo Wuji.

Seeing that Lu Feng was actually able to fight back and forth with him, Mo Wuji became anxious. With his status, it was already embarrassing enough for him to not care about his face and attack a junior.

Seeing that dozens of attacks had passed and Lu Feng was still helpless, Mo Wuji panicked. This was simply throwing away one's face. If he didn't get Lu Feng, then there would be no place for him to hide his face.

Pulling himself away, Mo Wuji retreated from the battle. Pointing his sword at Lu Feng, he said hatefully, "Lu Feng, experience the power of a battle technique!

"Wind Assault!"

So it turned out that when Mo Wuji used his True Fire, he actually needed to use a Xiantian master to practice this technique.

As Mo Wuji's true essence surged, countless wind blades danced around the long sword, quickly forming a huge wind cone.

Seeing the wind awl form, Mo Wuji pushed off the ground with both his feet, gripped the sword hilt with both of his hands, and pounced towards Lu Feng.

In a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the whistling sound of the wind blades cutting through the air.